In awesome wonder, bemused with naive gaze,
glanced I, upon the garden's flowered sprays,
keen of eye, gathered therein nature's spree,
enhanced by filtered shades majestic nearby tree,
exhibiting splendour by earth's fond woven braid,
Zephyr kissed, where dancing breezes played,
from Dawn's soft light 'til eve's fired close,
weaves coloured sweet, a bouquet of repose,

Blessed quietude, abounds my garden here,
akin to infant innocence, happy smiles spun dear,
each flowered season, here I joyous spend,
ne'er to question, man made why's or when,
cloistered hours, its sacred aura breathing know
humble adoration amid plants that nature sow,
mocks human society, oft course, low and rude,
thus my sanctuary, found amid my garden's solitude;

Oft have I, bathed among its velvet carpet green,
honoured eyes, in silence, its blushing wonders seen,
oft methinks, how brazen lovers would the Oceans tame
with profanities pomp, carve their name
thoughtless, upon the bark of some proud tree,
ply conceited hope, the world their name to see,
like, loose lipped devotion, temporarily to be found,
proud trees longevity, alone the world astound,

With quiet pride, this passioned life I lead,
'tis life's long melody, music played upon each reed,
like as fruits of labour gathered at harvest time,
complimented, by rich the ruby of the vine
where song birds on nearby boughs sit and sing,
preen their plumage and whet there coloured wing,
and all around, where e'er I smiling pass,
ever bonnie, like my remembered Highland Lass,

how life has me allowed, bounteous hours accrue,
time's daily dial, seasoned flowers set anew
blossom thru', both mild and mid-days burning sun,
to pleasure court, the untamed Zodiac's run,
whilst e'er the toil of the industrious bee
computes its hours, guile-less, better far than we,
thus I, with labourous joy, those wholesome hours,
what better sway, than loiter amid my garden flowers.